Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“There are so many handsome men in Aslan. They could easily earn a living with their good looks, but they choose to conquer the world” Jasper sighed. Jasper was a knowledgeable affluent second generation, but he felt like a hillbilly in Aslan.
“The Mayans are so weak. Aslan had been crushing them all the way,” said Gabre too. This funny pair was literally taking like this was a vacation. They had already taken care of the big business, so they were in very pleasant mood and could watch the fun, thus they were in a very good mood.
Yan Xiaosu did not make a comment. In the past, he would have joined in, but now he had no intuitive judgement about the strength and weakness. This is because there was a lot of differences from what was true and what could be seen. He was still worried about Kashawen. The higher he set his sights, the more he felt that this old lady was unfathomable.
Ye Zisu smiled. “The Mayans aren’t weak. Aslan is just too strong.”
“Is it? From what I can see, those mecha were just moving about, afraid of getting hit. The Mayan are past their prime,” said Gabre.
Laurel shook her head. “The Child of Light battle team is beyond a doubt one of the strongest teams in this SIG. But Aslan has found a way to restrain them technically.”
Laurel and Ye Zisu were not particularly the types that got along, and of course, they would not go against each other, but they could not be intimate either. Nevertheless, in terms of judgement and vision, they were indeed unanimous. Ye Zisu, she had not been idle these past few years. Researching mecha meant having to understand the strengths of the warriors, including their Ability X and so on.
From Aslan’s performance, one could see that they were “playing”. They were not serious about it. They were actually taking risks on such a big competition. This also meant that their strengths were very strong. So strong that they were not concerned. Whether attitude was a problem or not was dependent on the outcome.
The powerful Child of Light battle team was actually defeated as such – comprehensively suppressed from technical and strengths viewpoint. Only the Aslan people could achieve this, and there was no other country within the Milky Way Alliance could do so.
The layman could not tell, but the politicians from various countries, especially the military, would already have formed conclusions.
Kashawen was exerting her authority in preparation for the upcoming election. Her goal was simple. She wanted the current president of the Milky Way Alliance to step down. The fellow was becoming more dishonest. His petty tricks had already affected Aslan’s development. The first step was to control the numbers of the members. The second step was to launch an offensive attack on Ryan. Maybe the next president may not be from the Aslan camp, but they would require at least a few years to exert any influence, and these few years would be critical for Aslan.
Deterrence, and more deterrence. A hidden agenda was hidden behind every move. Everything had been smooth sailing up until now, and it was going to be smoother in the future. With the current setup, Kashawen could not think of anything that could stop her. Sometimes she felt lonely too. When Aslan took flight, there would indeed be nothing that could stop them.
In the battlefield, Locatelli looked at his opponent. This battle could be considered of equal status. Royalty vs royalty; a confrontation between two big empires. He needed to win.
He wanted to become the great Mayan Light.
His body was shining through. Following closely, the Sun God Battle Crystal also brightened up.
Streaming lights teleportation!
Boom…
The Knight of Holy Light was blasted out more than ten meters in the next moment. The energy shield of the Knight of Holy Light also opened and closed in the blink of an eye.
The Sun God Battle Crystal revealed its shape. Suddenly, the entire arena took a deep cold breath. The speed that took place a moment ago had exceeded the speed of all the mecha that had appeared in the SIG, including the speed Ability Xs. This was definitely the fastest speed.
Lin Feng’s reaction was extremely fast too, but unfortunately, it was only fast enough for a fast energy shield.
Locatelli gave a little smile, feeling the power of the light. He knew that his opponent would not be able to keep up with his speed.
Growling…
The Sun God Battle Crystal started again. Boom…
The Knight of Holy Light was sent flying again after another knock…
Boom boom boom… boom… boom…
The Sun God Battle Crystal displayed horrifying speed, like a ray of light shooting aimlessly at the Knight of Holy Light. The laser sword was chopping ferociously at the Knight of Holy Light, who could only defend. He was unable to keep up with the rhythm, let alone retaliate.
While defending, Lin Feng remained calm. The energy shield closed and defended continuously. The mech did not seem to be having problems holding on, and used the opposing force for retreat. But he was not losing the mech’s center of gravity.
The Mayan had already made over fifty attacks in a short time, all of which were on target. Nonetheless, Lin Feng was able to ward every attack.
Boom…
A loud quake. This time, there was counter-attacking power from Lin Feng. After a round of attacks, Locatelli was losing some momentum, and started opening up some distance.
Only by being the battle could be the problem be apparent. Although he obviously had the speed advantage, and he was much faster, why could he not breakthrough the Aslan captain’s defense?
Lin Feng had barely used any effort and smiled. “Isn’t it funny? The Mayans’ speed is indeed an advantage. But during the moment of attack, the speed has to be decreased. Up to a certain level, all human warriors have a spiritual lock. As long as they can follow the rhythm of the instantaneous explosion, they can easily anticipate and defend against such attacks.”
What Lin Feng meant was very simple. Such attacks were useless. Locatelli was faster, but, unfortunately, Lin Feng was stronger. Although he obviously could not match him in speed, such defenses could not be broken through. Besides, with these continuous attacks, if the trajectory was caught, it would be quite fatal for the Mayan.
However, for Lin Feng to tell his opponent this during a battle would appear that he was overconfident.
The Aslan people in the arena loved people like him. A wave immediately began in the crowd. The Aslan people still had a lot of faith in Lin Feng and the royal family. Besides, the earlier fighters of the Sword Shield Rose had shown suppression.
“It feels like this batch of Aslan people doesn’t think much of the Mayans.”
“They are underestimating their opponent.”
“Too overconfident.”
“The Mayans are not so weak. This might just come back to haunt them.”
“Haha. This might just happen. Since the start of the competition, many self-righteous people have fallen.”
Unfortunately, other than the Aslan people, there were also many other people not from Aslan percent, including the members from other teams. Since Lin Feng had explained the fact, everyone understood the concept too. However, this defense required spiritual locking, anticipation, and the ability to follow the rhythm of the instantaneous explosion. In addition, the mech must also be able to keep up as well. It was obvious that the instantaneous torque and transmission of the Holy Light series were faster than those of general mecha.
But Lin Feng was dragging this on for too long. He was going to consume the opponent’s energy, and once he spotted the opponent’s mistake, he would strike a fatal blow and the battle could end smoothly.
Locatelli had some degree of understanding of the capabilities of the humans. He was able to react immediately after what Lin Feng had said. He did not believe that it was Lin Feng’s trick. In actual fact, there was little variations to the streaming lights. This was necessary in order to maintain the high speed of the Battle Crystal. This was also consuming a lot of his energy, so even he could not maintain this for too long.
This Lin Feng was an interesting person.
Lin Feng looked up and looked around the arena. “I want to dedicate an exciting battle to the world in this great Aslan arena. I hope that my opponent will do the same. Regardless of the outcome, no regrets. Let me show you the greatness of the Mayans!”
It was hard not to admit that even his opponent was beginning to like him. He was so gracious. Lin Feng was not underestimating his opponent. This was the heroic heart of a warrior. He longed to be strong, and at the same time, for a strong opponent. This was the spirit of a knight!
